Archangel Line Up the Stars

C‑Sec badge and a restless wing, Citadel rules tried to cage that sting; You left the wards for the open war, Blue visor burning like a guiding star. From clinic firefights to the Normandy’s floor, You said “show me the target,” then asked for more. Side by side through vacuum and flame, Commander and friend—two sights, one aim. Line up the stars, calibrate the scars, When the night goes dark you steady the heart. Archangel, hold—breathe, squeeze, fire, A whisper of thunder through smoke and wire. Line up the stars, dial hope to ten, You keep the galaxy true—then do it again. Omega’s alleys, merc flags bleed: Blue Suns, Eclipse, Blood Pack creed. A gunship’s kiss carved maps on your face, You wore those constellations like armor and grace. You took the high ground, watched every door— “Scratch one,” and the crowds wanted more. Ghosts in your scope and debts in your chest, But you carry the weight and you aim for the best. Line up the stars, calibrate the scars, When the night goes dark you steady the heart. Archangel, hold—breathe, squeeze, fire, A whisper of thunder through smoke and wire. Line up the stars, dial hope to ten, You keep the galaxy true—then do it again. Sidonis in the crosswind, truth on the wire— Do we take the shot or pull back the fire? Justice or mercy, you live with the choice; Either way, Vakarian, I trust your voice. Menae’s ash where Palaven burns, We set our sights and the battle turns. On the Presidium’s edge, just two old friends, Shooting at bottles, laughing at ends. Whether best bro or a lover’s electricity, We made it work—call it reach and flexibility. Line up the stars, calibrate the scars, When the world falls apart you’re mending the parts. Archangel, hold—breathe, squeeze, fire, A promise that carries through wreckage and choir. Line up the stars—one last align— Then back to the battery… until it’s all fine. If the Reapers return, if the lights all dim— I’ll find you by the hum of the main guns’ rim.